tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16131367.post6715996304066445516..comments2016-07-16T02:16:49.423-04:00Comments on Two Thirds Water: അച്ഛമ്മയില്ലാതെ ഒരു കൊല്ലംMadhavan Knoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16131367.post-432773777924194302011-07-15T09:12:27.819-04:002011-07-15T09:12:27.819-04:00After reading what madhu wrote, I was wondering wh...After reading what madhu wrote, I was wondering what to comment... then I saw what raju and rashmi wrote.... well after that there was nothing more to write...just felt the tears roll down my cheeks.... thats all....myammai81https://www.blogger.com/profile/16272268750989274469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16131367.post-41388156043828138612011-07-08T02:36:00.098-04:002011-07-08T02:36:00.098-04:00You are so lucky that you saw her when she was rel...You are so lucky that you saw her when she was relatively healthy. I have seen madhuetta. I have seen her bed ridden, with her hair cropped short &amp; always in pain. I&#39;ve seen her cringe &amp; hold back tears when amma &amp; usha chechi would try to turn her on her sides...<br />I miss everything about her. Everything that you just spoke about &amp; a lot more... I remember that I always used to drink tea with her, from her glass... I used to make her repeat the Kaaliya mardhanam over &amp; over... How much she loved anything that I cooked, almost as if I could do no wrong.. how much she loved sweets &amp; chocolates, how positive she was despite all the pain... how she would always talk about muthassan... how she would always call me moley, ammu.. <br />The only solace I have is the fact that I know that she is in a happy place now, with the one that she loved the most, muthassan.Rashmi Menonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10426955602293744433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16131367.post-26083912611476287562011-07-08T02:35:31.360-04:002011-07-08T02:35:31.360-04:00You are so lucky that you saw her when she was rel...You are so lucky that you saw her when she was relatively healthy. I have seen madhuetta. I have seen her bed ridden, with her hair cropped short &amp; always in pain. I&#39;ve seen her cringe &amp; hold back tears when amma &amp; usha chechi would try to turn her on her sides...<br />I miss everything about her. Everything that you just spoke about &amp; a lot more... I remember that I always used to drink tea with her, from her glass... I used to make her repeat the Kaaliya mardhanam over &amp; over... How much she loved anything that I cooked, almost as if I could do no wrong.. how much she loved sweets &amp; chocolates, how positive she was despite all the pain... how she would always talk about muthassan... how she would always call me moley, ammu.. <br />The only solace I have is the fact that I know that she is in a happy place now, with the one that she loved the most, muthassan.Rashmi Menonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10426955602293744433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16131367.post-37372728072110232462011-07-07T15:00:31.880-04:002011-07-07T15:00:31.880-04:00It took me hell a lot of time to read the entire p...It took me hell a lot of time to read the entire passage because its in Malayalam. At the end, all i could do was try to hold back my tears in vain. Ammamma is one person, whom i cherished very much,period. She meant a lot to me, I guess, to everyone who knew and loved and were loved in return.Rajesh Parambotil Menonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01805171016171324482noreply@blogger.com